To think or not to think. That is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The tinks and errors of outrageous patterns,
Or to take arms against a sea of typos,
And by opposing end them? To dye? To steek
Once more; and by a steek to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That purling's heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To dye, to steek;
To steek: perchance no seam: ay, there's the rub;
For in that steek of yarn what dreams may come
Sunday, September 24, 2006
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